Chapter II. Teacher!Levi x Reader -Flying Notes-

“Heard of detention?” I blurted out like an idiot. I wouldn’t mind detention, it’s not as bad as people say it is since I pretty much daydream through the hours until I get to go home. Not much to do at home either. “Detention won’t teach you shit, (L/n). I’m not the idiot you think I am.” He replied, pressing slightly harder onto my shoulder. “You’ve got off on Friday, right?” He asked, expecting for a quick response. I nodded hastily. “Not for you. I expect you to be in school at nine o’clock sharp. If you don’t turn up, I’ll do everything in my power to make this year as miserable as possible for you. Got it?” He ended, “Now hurry off to class brat.” He then walked off into the opposite direction as if nothing happened. I still could feel his tight grip the crumpled spot of my shirt along with his warmth. My cheeks tinted themselves a bright pink. “Fucking hormones.” I murmured clenching my fists whilst walking to art class. Upon getting there, I knocked a couple of times before entering the designated room. Everyone glanced towards my direction. Quietly I sat next to Jean as usual. Mister Zackly then asked me why I was late, explained it to him and started with my artwork. “Hey, (Y/n). What happened?” Jean whispered. “Can’t go out on Friday with you. Have to stay in school. It’s a new way of punishing formed by shrimp himself.” I hushed back. “Shrimp? You call him shrimp? You aren’t any taller (Y/n).” He laughed back. “Shut up Jean. If I want to call that asshole shrimp, so I shall.” I spat back, sketching a face onto the pad. After that it was pretty silent apart for some talk here and there. At lunch I explained the whole situation to Jean, his reaction was a shocked one. “You’re so fucked (Y/n). Any last words before Friday?” He finished, I just shrugged not knowing what he has planned for me. The remains of the day went as usual, and I left school and headed back to the apartment me and Jean shared. No. Nothing between us. Rooms are also separate, and I know that he has some unexplainable feelings towards Mikasa. So that clears everything up. Jean is coming a couple of hours later, since he’s playing basketball with his team. So my hand reached towards the kitchen cupboard where the stash of instant-ramen lies, poured the right amount of water into the foam cup and waited for a couple of minutes before eating the contents. With that I laid down and watched some television until Jean acme back. We both then headed towards our rooms where we did some studying before turning off the lights at twelve.


The rest of the week went pretty much the same, Jean and me not concentrating, Levi sending me a couple of glares in class time, and stacks of homework. But Friday went completely differently.


I blinked my eyes open and noticed that I already was late. 12:54. Fuck. I slacked on some socially acceptable clothes, after brushing my hair and teeth thoroughly. Noticing that I hadn’t even taken something with me to eat I rushed out catching the bus just on time. Great way to start the day (Y/n), I deserve a hard mental slap on the face. Once the school was in view and the bus stopped, I rushed out darting through the entrance. I glimpsed at my watch. 13:16. Classroom S17, S17, S17. Why the hell would they put classrooms way at the back of the hall? No time to complain. My hand pressed down onto the door handle, slamming it open with the might I had. “(L/n), you’re late by seventeen minutes. Shame on you brat.” A familiar voice said. “In addition, it looks like you just rolled out of bed.” Yes, I did just roll out of bed for your sakes shrimp. “Good morning to you too Mister Ackerman.” I said with sarcasm. At this point I didn’t care what happened with my long weekend anymore. He then bent down and retrieved a box full of cleaning supplies. “Your punishment is to clean my classroom. The cleaners here do a shitty job, so it’s a two birds with one stone for me. Now get to work, and don’t even think about slacking off unless you want to do this every evening after school.” He finished, looking back down to his paperwork. I would’ve been fine with running laps. But this shit? What in the world was I supposed to clean, this place was already as clean as it gets. This is an unusual punishment to give to a student, but while I lived with my mother, she’d give me chores that mostly involved cleaning. At the same time she’d teach me different ‘techniques’ on cleaning, so I guess this wasn’t as bad. But still not an awfully pleasant thing to do to your student on a free day. So I set off starting from the back working towards the front. This was going to be a long day.


Windows, check. Floor, check. Tables, check. Chairs, check. Chalkboard, check…
I went through a mental list before setting down everything back into place. I checked my watch. Eleven fucking o’clock in the evening. I spent the whole day cleaning. “I’m done.” I said exhausted. He looked up from his work, glimpsed right to left before saying: “Could’ve been cleaner, but I guess it’s quite late. You’re dismissed.” He commented, packing away his belongings into a bag before standing up. That’s when I noticed that the last bus to my area was gone. It would be impossible to walk all the way home. „Well? Aren’t you going to go home?“ He asked, raising a brow. „You see, the last bus is already gone by now, and I live on the other side. “ I explained, pursing my lips at the end. „Do you live with your parents?” He then asked, I nodded sideways. “With Jean Kirschtein Sir.” I added. He then raised a brow again. “Childhood friends, nothing between us.” I laughed, but then quickly stopped. “Where do you live, brat.” He then asked. I wasn’t sure if it was a question but I replied: “Marilynn-coast, Weststreet block eight.” He thought for a second before pulling out keys from his back pocket. “I’ll give you a lift.” He then said, stepping out of the classroom. I got confused for a second. Mister Ackerman, my P.E and English teacher is willing to drive for half an hour here and back just for me to get home. He was being nice? “Well are you coming? I haven’t got all night.” He snapped, clicking his tongue, exiting the classroom. Silently I followed behind him, speechless.


“Get in.” He said, opening the passenger door like a gentleman, must I add. Fancy car, must’ve been expensive, so I better not fuck anything up before I get thrown out the car. Seconds later he seated himself into the driver’s seat buckling his seatbelt, I copied. He then started the engine and we drove off. The silence was pleasant in a strange way, some evening news was on the radio talking about top stories, closed highways et cetera. A quarter way through we got stuck in the traffic on a highway. I could see his hands grip the steering wheel tighter. I decided not to ask, but just listen to the radio instead.


“… And I wish a good evening to you too John. That was it with John, now we proceed with some news to help you on the road! Highway F16 to F21 are closed for renovation, the only way through is by highway F6 to get out of town. Sadly, two accidents have occurred merely half an hour ago, which means if you’re hearing this, and heading towards the outskirts, you will be stuck here for a long period of time. Estimate is about five to six hours if you’re lucky. An all-nighter I say!...


I took a look out of the window onto one of the road-signs that could probably tell me where we were. Highway F6. “Uh, not to disappoint you Mister Ackerman, but we’re probably going to be stuck in here for a very long time.” I said, unsure of his response. He breathed in and out deeply, so I quickly suggested: “Look, maybe you could just turn around, I could stay at a hotel for the night and leave in the morning. No need for you to do anythi-“ “No way am I letting you stay at those shitty hotels in town. You’ll have to stay at my place for the night.” He interrupted. My mouth gaped in shock. What the hell was happening? He cut through the traffic and turned around, direction back to town. “I have a spare bedroom that you can use.” Mister Ackerman said, breaking the silence. The rest of the ride was confusing, for me at least. I took out my phone and texted Jean telling him that I wouldn’t be home tonight:

Me: Won't be home tonight, missed the bus. Staying probably at a Hotel.. Sorry that I couldn't come out tonight.

Jean: We changed our minds.. It's borning without you.. Arghh.. Staying at Eren's place anyway for a movie Marathon.. Whoohoo!

Me: Hehe.. Say hi to Eren for me.. Gtg I'll message you later.

Jean: Have fun in your Hotel! ;D

I packed my phone back into my pocket and gazed into my teacher’s direction. Only now I noticed the strong jawline that he owned. The moonlight really brought out his features.  The way he sat there, steering with one hand, the other hanging loosely out of the window… Snap out of it (Y/n), he’s your fucking teacher. But at least no one will ever stop me from dreaming though.